Your Life Compared To Mine (Niall Horan fan fiction)

Your Life Compared To Mine 14

Liam was instantly at my side when I walked in with tears streaming down my face, I never usually cried like this, but I could not contain myself. They still fell once every few minutes on the way back into the building, and it bugged me.

“Iris, you okay?” Liam’s voice was sincere, and I was too embarrassed to look up at him. I hate crying, especially in front of people.

I keep my head low, not making eye contact with any of the boys, “Yeah.” I force out, I turn my back toward them, I hear slow footsteps echo through the silent halls, I look to my right to see a man in a white coat, and just at the sight of him my stomach turns.

“She is awake.” Was all he simply said, looking at Natalie. She nods, and looks back at me with a small smile across her lips, her eyes were gentle.

“You can come in whenever you want.” She gives me hug and I sniffle into her shoulder, hugging her back.

“Okay.” I pull away giving her another smile, as I wipe my eyes. She walks off, opening the door slowly, looking in, her eyes brighten and smile on her lips becomes full.

I take a deep breath and turn around, I give the boys a big smile, covering up just how upset I was. “Is everyone full now?” I look at all of them individually. Everyone seemed to be taken aback, and Liam who was the closest to me shakes his head in a disappointing way and sits back down.

Niall steps out form the back of the group, “Iris?” he asks looking a little on edge.

“Yes Niall?” I say looking up into his eyes.

“Nothing, never mind.” He gives me a small smile, but I know it wasn’t genuine, not even close to being true.

I get the feeling that the two, Liam and Niall, are both upset at the fact that I won’t tell them what’s wrong, but I won’t tell them, it isn’t my business to discuss Phoebe’s health matters, if Natalie wants to tell them, by all means, she can, but I refuse.

“Be mad at me all you guys want, I have my reasons.” I simply say not caring to look at any of them, I look over my shoulder at the small wooden door that leads to Phoebe. My heart clenches at the thought of her small body fragile and pale. I take another deep breath, and turn around to make my way into the room.

I feel a tight grip on my wrist stopping me, I look back to find Niall staring at me intently, “It’s not good, is it?” he asks, searching my face.

I shake my head lightly at him, “Not really, I won’t be the one to tell you what‘s wrong with her, Natalie will be.” He lets go of my wrist slowly, letting it fall back to my side, the silence was eerie between everyone, and at the moment I preferred the hospital room over the boys.

I stepped away, not giving them a second glance back, the trip to room was slow and painful, my stomach was in knots, and my head was pounding. My breathing became heavier as my lungs felt like they were being tied together to tight for myself to bare. My hand was on the knob of the door, my knuckles slightly turning white as I grip it, my palms were sweating and I could feel the heat waves pulsing through my body.

This is not normal. I shouldn’t feel this horrible just from being in a damn hospital; I was never like this as a child, not from what I could remember at least. I turn the knob and slightly push the door revealing a light spacious room.

There was a small gray bed with a small body under the sheets, there were wires and things tucked away behind the bed but were still showing along Phoebe’s small arms, Natalie was placed in a black chair beside the bed laughing gently alongside Phoebe. I started to close the door, feeling as though I came in the wrong time, but Phoebe’s sweet voice echoed through the room, she said my name, which only made my heart hurt more and flutter at the same time.